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I nod. “Now, get the lube and the butt plug out of my top dresser drawer.”
She turns and walks away, her dimpled ass jiggling perfectly. Nothing in the world has ever been as right as this woman’s behind, and I plan to see more of it.
“Lube up the plug. Go ahead, do it,” I command, my strokes speeding up. “Now turn around, with your back to me, and put one knee up on my dresser.”
The dresser is the perfect height for her. She stretches to get her leg up on it and has to lean forward for balance. This sticks her ass way out.
Which is exactly what I want.
“Go ahead with the butt plug,” I growl, fighting to hold my cum back.
Fuck, I just want to spurt all over her pretty bum.
She looks at me in my dresser mirror. “What? What do you mean?”
I make sure she sees me roll my eyes. I want her to feel my impatience. “In your ass, baby. Where else are you going to put a lubed-up butt plug.”
“Okay,” she says quietly, reaching around to press it against her pink rosebud.
She works it and works it, and I’m not sure if she’s fucking with me or if she’s really never had anything back there.
I decide she’s fucking with me.
With a grunt, she presses it harder, and as she spreads herself open with the plug, she pants, pounding her free hand on my dresser.
I know I’m not going to last much longer. “C’mon. You can do it. It’s not that big, Amalia. Relax that pretty asshole and push.”
With a long groan, she pushes and the butt plug disappears into her rectum. She bends forward, resting her upper body onmy dresser while she breathes hard, her pussy dripping down the inside of her thigh.
“Now pulse it in and out so I can watch you come.”
She gets two knuckles under the rim of the plug and pulses it, working her ass like a good girl. Her moans get louder and goddamn, there’s nothing that turns me on more than a woman having an anal orgasm. She comes, shuddering and shaking, and I roar as I ejaculate all over my stomach.
Fantasy over, I grab the cum towel on my nightstand and wipe up.
Yeah, I’m not letting this woman slip through my fingers. There’s no fucking way.
I reach for my phone and send a text to the number she scribbled on the back of her business card.
Amalia? I think I have a way we can work together. Can you come back over?
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“You rang?”she asks in a full-on Addams Family drawl as she leans against my doorway.
Dammit, I do not need her to be sexy. Not now.
Just no.
I force the image of her seared into my brain, the one of her working a butt plug in and out of her beautiful bottom, to the depths of my consciousness, hoping it stays there at least until she leaves. I have no business jerking off to this woman who I have nothing but a professional relationship with, who I’m also about to ask a huge favor of.
Quid pro quo, and all that.
“Come on in. Can I make you some coffee?”
She looks at her watch. “I’d rather have a beer. Do you have any?”
